Em words were swirling round his head as he glanced towards the raven haired women, necromancer…. The way she said it, made him think there was more to it. He knew about the zombies, ghoul and puppet like creatures created from her nen, but maybe just maybe…..
She could bring someone back from the dead, soul and sanity included.
chapter 12
Z was hugging the bottle of whatever had been handed to her, she wasn't sure. Head on arms, she watched as everyone talked with blurry eyes. She was well and truly drunk. Kuroro sat beside her silently while Hisoka was chatting up some girls who has talked over to the red head.
Em was giggling at something phinks had said, feitan still hadn't returned from where she had sent him. Nobu and uvogin were chatting loudly, beside a still passed out kopi… everyone just drinking and chatting at a normal volume. Well 'normal' to still be heard over the banging music.
She could a slip of her drink, not really tasting the liquid anymore.
She wanted to go home.
"We're getting some more drinks!" Em chuckled, pulling phinks towards the bar by his hand.
She watched with unfocused vison as they ordered, Em smiling happily at phinks. Z eyes narrowed watching not Em or phinks but the man next to her female friend at the bar… eyes narrowed further as the stranger dropped something into Em's unguarded drink.
"Shit" she mumbled, before moving.
She didn't bother asking Hisoka to move, Z just dematerialise before appearing a few steps always, heading straight towards her friend. She did not want to deal with a drugged Em… that was too much effort, especially after last time. She was like a child on caffeine, not something she wanted to deal with while pissed.
Kuroro watched an eyebrow raised, as Z turned into black smoke, only to reappear and weave though the crow towards the bar, so even when drunk she still has some control over her nen..
Em lifted the glass up to her lips just as Z arrived at the bar, "I wanna try..." she stated, having no time to come up with a better plan. Z quickly took the drink, taking a long sip much to Em dismay.
"Hey Z! That's mine!" the women moaned, but her scowl was short lived.
"Sorry..." Z commented before turning. And dropping the contents on the glass over all MR drugger.
"What the fuck! You bitch!" the man growled at his soaked suit.
The man, was tall short dark haired, wearing a black suit. Like most of the others in this club, well what would you aspect from an off the grid club? This club was often used by mafia and underworld bosses, the music banging so loud you could get away with anything…. Well almost anything. He had dead hovering about his head, and had a scar following the line of his jaw. "I'm soo sorry" she spoke. No sympathy in her voice what so whatever.
Her eyes darker then black, glared up at him though her hair. He could a step back in shook at the sudden chill that crept up his spine. She grabbed Em by the arm and began to drag her away from the bar. "Z what's up?" phinks asked, following closely behind the pair.
Z stopped arms cross over her chest, "your drink got spiked, im not dealing with that again"
"What really?! Was it by that guy?" Em asked shocked.
"What's so bad about being drugged?" asked phinks still confused.
"Fine you look after her when she's high, not come crying to me for help" Z glared in nothingness, phinks gulped.
"Z I'm not that bad…" the blue haired giggled, Z didn't responded just stared at her blandly and raised an eyebrow, "….okay, maybe I am but it was fun!"
Z sighed, walking back towards they table. "Oh my god!" Em yelled, hugging her from behind.
Z froze like a statue unsure how to react with the usual contact, "what the fuck!?"
"That's means you got the drug instead!"
"I doubt it make much of a fucking different, I have way too alcohol in my system for it to complete against"
Em chuckled with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, "still I haven't seen you high before"
"Hey, bitch!" a male voice growled from behind them.
She turned, leaning against the table that the ryoden were sat out, all now watching the scene. "Hey cunt" she spoke back, arms cross, it was MR Drugger.
"You ruined my suit, step into my business, your messing with the wrong person here, bitch"
"Oh go fuck yourself" she frowned, unamused.
"What you say bitch?!" the man growled.
She sighed, pushing off the table and moved, placing herself a step in front of the male hands on hips as she cocked her head up at the male. "I'm gonna give you two options, you walk always alive or if you so much as touch me, try and drug her again, I will fucking killyou" she hissed, digging her heel into the man's foot, "are we fucking clear?" the heel dug in deeper.
He nodded, Z stepped away turning her back to the male. "Fucking bitch" he growled, lunging for her.
His body fell backwards to the floor, her stiletto heel of her boots penetrating his eye. She pulled it out slowly before sitting atop the table, examining the heel of her boot. It wasn't broken just covered in brain and blood, lovely. "Here~" purred Hisoka, passing her a handkerchief from nowhere, his golden eyes sparkled in delight as the scene before him and the fact that Z hadn't even hesitated before killing the Deadman…
It seem killers were cut from the same cloth, see fits in perfectly in his game of spiders and webs.
"He's all yours" Z stated, cleaning off the blood off her shoe.
There was a squeal and Em rushed forward, examining the body. She could feel the jaws drop of the Ryoden behind her, "what?" she turned her head towards them, "Didn't I tell you? That stuff in her shop, most of it is made out of human remains"
"I thought I wasn't going to get anything tonight! Z can you bring it to the shop?"
Z sighed, grabbing her bottle and taking a long slip before responding, "Em I am drunk I ain't taking that anywhere fast, sort it here"
Before the blue haired women could reposonde a gluff voice, "Seriously, I should have guessed it was you causing the trouble Z. Can you for once not kill anyone?"
"Shall I add that piece humanity to the things I lost along the way..." she muttered under hear breath though some of the sober members of the group caught the subtle tones. Jumping of the table standing in front of the bald bouncer, "it's his fault, he try to drug Em then he tried to attack me, I gave him a choice"
Jeff sighed, "go sort the body downstairs then, the Mobs gonna have my head because of you"
"Why the mob?" she asked, not wanting any more problems.
"His the head son"
"Ah, fuck. Where are they? I go talk to them after dumping the body"
"VIP room 3, you better sort this out Z. Em, not here your going to scare away costumers, downstairs" Jeff concluded giving a pointed stare to Em, who pouted.
Z picked up the body, before passing it to phinks who slung it over his shoulder, "why am I carrying this?" he moaned.
"Cause it's your fault" Z grumbled, leading the way down the stairs. Em happily skipping and phinks following like a puppy carrying the body.
Four floors down, Z opened a door. As usual no one batted an eyelid at the dead body, some of the regulars who recognised the frowning Z and grinning Em even took extra steps back to avoid any confrontation. Something that phinks clearly noticed.
As the door closed shut behind the group, the music died and guitar riff and banging beats turning to the whispers of death. Z's expression didn't change as she look about the room, things sure hasn't changed much. "What the hell is this?" questioned phinks the shock showing on his face.
"This is a torture chamber," she stated simple before turning to the only torturer in the room, "sorry for disturbing fietan"
The short raven haired shrugged, turning back towards his victim, those vocal cords had already been ripped to shreds by his own screaming a long time ago. "Yeah, but why is there a torture chamber in a club?"
Z gave the male a dumbfounded look, "did you not do your research on this club?"
"Yeah it's an underground club."
"Yeah underground, anything happens here. You pissed someone off big time you get left here, you get put here to die after a long torturous time. Or you have information that someone needs but can be bothered doing the dirty work themselves" She turned back to Em, "do your stuff give it to the carrier. I'm going to speak to that gang dude…" Z sighed rubbing her templates. "You better stay with her phinks, or I will fucking make sure you never get a good night's sleep ever again" black eyes narrowed at the male, who paled and gulped at the threat before nodding.
"Aww! Z why can't you take it back for me?" Em whined kneeling by the dead body, phink's had placed on the floor.
Z deadpanned at the female, "Em, I am very. Fucking. Pissed. If I use the road in this fucking state of mind, good bye to this realm. Last time it was sea full of fucking pirates" she stated before walking towards the doorway.
Phinks gave Em a questioning look, "don't ask" Em giggled before returning to the body.
Music blasted her ears at she stepped back into the lively club, she sighed taking a long sig of the drink before scratching the back of her head. Why does this always seem to happen to her in clubs… she was curse, must be it?
She walked something slightly staggering on her heels to VIP room 3. Pretending not to notice the shadows following her drunken form.
She kicked the door to the VIP room, signalling to those within that someone was knocking. She waited a few seconds before it swung open reliving a professional man in a black's suit. "Is your boss in? I need to clear something up with him?"
The man looked her over once before closing the door on her face. "Well that wasn't fucking nice" she mutter arms cross glaring at the closed door. Z was debating whether to kick the door down when it swung open the same male gesturing her into the room.
The music died as it shut behind her. In the room sat her target. The boss and father of the man she just killed…. Fucking fabulous. Stood around him were several man in black dressed like the open who has opened the door. She presumed they were bodyguards, and there were seven of them. Why his son didn't have any, she didn't know and quite frankly she didn't care.
She took a long sip of her drink as the man watched her carefully. "You have something to clear up?"
"Yeah, well first off, your son is a fucking twat" she started off.
The older male before her chuckled with a knowing grin, "ah my son, I see what has he done now? Murder your family? Drugged and raped you?"
"He tried to drug my friend"
"He such a clever one," she scoffed. Is that why he had on guards? What a clever dead man. Her thoughts followed a similar line as the man continued, "Your friend should have been more careful. It's her fault"
"So I gave him a choice" Z frowned butting in, "stay away and alive or death" at this statement the chilled atmosphere grew tense. Her dark eye narrowed as she concluded. "He wasn't at all clever in his choice of actions"
"What are you trying to say?" the man before her growled, his expression darken.
"That your fucking son wasn't very fucking clever"
"If you're here to threaten me…"
"Trust me if I was threatening you, you would fucking know" she crossed her arms, the drink dangling loosely in her grip.
"So what you're telling me…" the man's expression darkened as the man surrounding them pulled out there weapons.
Z frowned not liking were this was going, "you're telling me that my son…. My only son is dead?"
She nodded, she could feel the starching sensation crawling up her spine to the base of her skull. She looked towards the floor, hair covered her face as she tried to contain it. She shouldn't…but she knew all to well that being is this drunken and drugged up state that will power that kept those shadows caged and at bay where falling for the same temptations…. The shadows in the corner of the room started to dance as her nen grew unnoticed by the armed men around her.
"We can't have that…." The man growl, his facial expression twisting into a psychotic snarled, "a life for a life…."
"Is anyone hungry?" Z questioned, her cold voice as it echo around the room.
"What? Hungry?" the men around them questioned staring with confusion at the drunken girl.
"No one hungry bitch! Hope you had your last meal caus-"
"Who said I was talking to you?" Z cut across. There was something off with her voice, an unearthly edge to the usually dull tones. The men froze, feeling a shiver crawling their spines as the ravenette before them looked up. Her eyes were like the abyss. A never-ending void of darkness, that stood out against her glowing bones under darken skin. She spoke, the other voices from the afterlife layered stood out as the shadows around them grew.
"Let's eat"
to be continued...
hey all!
what do you think of the chapter? likes dislike? anything i can improve on?!
would love to hear from you lot XD
soo i should be able to write more in the week few weeks as i kinda injuries myself badly...
no more adventuring for me for a while ':(
but it means i can write more! seeing as how i have loads of stories in the drafting stages on my laptop.
maybe i be able to actually finished one of them soon?
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